Sometimes your excuse to keep going despite the mental illness is just that you learned a new thing and want to explore that more. That can be just enough sometimes.

i love you consistent meals i love you steady blood sugar i love you little snacks i love you non-diet foods i love you full-fat yogurt i love you sugary drinks i love you intuitive eating i love you full stomach i love you breaking free from diet culture i love you body that just wants to keep me alive

i want nothing more than to be a quirked up white boy in 2009 with a camcorder and a hot mentally ill friend to help me chase slenderman around in the woods

Thinking about the countless times art and music and cinema and literature have saved and comforted me during difficult times i really owe my happiness to everyone dedicated to their craft

“He is so babygirl” and it’s a man whimpering on the verge of death.

“you‘re so quiet” baby i’m not even here. i’m fantasizing about a book i read weeks ago. move on.

if you can’t fix it you’ve got to stand it being the last line of the brokeback mountain novella is so crazy it makes me feel like my guts are falling out. if you can’t fix it you’ve got to stand it. jesus fucking christ

im literally a stillborn kitten in a jar but yall dont get it